yeah i’m dancing, what of it?
a shuffling arms around head whirligig as this atonal sonorous drone takes me by the feet, and envelops. a semi-cognitive gut sound, numbing / healing body function, induces disassociation, tendrils into consciousness.
how it begins?
stripped bare. music for church. unchurch music. music for john donne. a zig-zag of superlunary keys and strings. disorientation. (dis)connect. i feel as close to god as godbert.
looking to the skies. celestial, not as a deep empty ambient hoom, but spiritual bodies moving, working against / together, flesh knitted to bone, filaments stretching from inner to outer space. undulating beneath the clamour, it builds. atoms fizzing.
garage keys schmeared by a minor squall of horn. a theatre of eternal music, inciting soul-uplift and corporeal beatdown. a noise to get lost in.
i’m still jigging to this sensory ostinato. it’s not a nagging heartbeat but an endless flutter, that leaves you on edge, trance-substantiating with one engorged clamour played out as ritual. a sartorial intensity. let’s say: jean genet to la monte young.
and after this sensory blowout? states altered, a drained bacchalia, black-mirrored, sucked sucked sucked of pleasure.
let’s ask, what’s the sound of one drunk waltzing?
p.s. not my place to post music i’ve got nowt to do with but i guess if you wanna hear the album hmu…